I Knew A Girl

Once, I knew a girl

with eyes like my grandmother's

blue crystalline glasses.

She danced like the tulips

in my mother's garden,

when the solemn breezes of summer

whirled through their petals.

She was magic.

Her hands soft as laundry,

fresh from the dryer.

Her voice twinkling,

and calming, too.

Ever the voice of reason.

        Once, I knew a girl

who walked like a goddess.

I wanted her to know me, too,

but I was far too modest.

      With her goddess-walk,

she sauntered out of my life.

My heart aches so badly,

her goddess-fairy hips twisting

through my chest like a knife.